Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Little Man,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.